Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Monaco and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
The J.B.'s,
The Associates,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gories,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Organ,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Swans,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.